Dirty Rowdy Thing

Call Finn!” Dad shouts at me down the stairs. “I like him!”

“Your daughter is learning relationship rules,” Mom says.

He snorts. “Finally.”

“So what I’m hearing is, you left when you found out Harlow was doing basically the same thing.”

, I think. The

comic geek always has one, and Oliver’s is a poker face that would leave even the Holy Trinity

guessing what he’s thinking. Too bad Lola’s superpower is never needing to dig for information that

You’ve never had a problem getting laid and yet I haven’t seen you with anyone but Lola since I

got—” Ansel stops, his mouth forming the word for a few beats before he says, “Ohhhh. I get it.”

What can I say? I am quite the

vocal lover, and would never stifle the loud, satisfied cries of my wife during what is possibly the best

sex anyone has ever had.” He leans in, looks us both in the eye in turn, and repeats, “Ever.”

“Why didn’t you just fuck her on the table?” I ask. “It would have been only slightly more awkward

for us.”

“She’s probably pregnant now.” Oliver points his knife in the direction of the kitchen.

it and telling

me he’s never wanted anything the way he wants me.

And maybe we’ll see some trees you can cut down or something,” she adds, and bites her bottom

I’m offended, Finn. I made you dinner the other day and would’ve appreciated at the very least a

sharp pat on the ass. I see how you are.”